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Jace Iayze - Stop Runnin Done Deal Lyrics

Part I: Stop Runnin

[Verse]
You ain't a demon, lil' nigga, stop frontin'
I'm tryna shoot him in his face so his mouth stop runnin'
We got the drop, dump it
Too hot for yo' thot, can't stop, we the ones she suckin'
Got the spot jumpin, I'm the one that made these niggas
If it weren't for me, they ass'd be nothing
I could tell his ass don't want smoke, the last nigga blew at me, dumbass poked
The last nigga blew at me, dumbass gone
You better get your lil' young ass on
Look at my numbers, I'll put your lil' young ass on
I might go fed, hit you in the head, send your lil' dumbass home
New money just hit, damn, might go splurge
If he play in this bitch, hе gon' find his lil' dumbass merked
In a X5, no '86, but it work
In the Murda, I'm kickеd back, grippin' my .30 (Uh)
(Chxpo)

Part II: Done Deal

[Chorus]
AR-15, 7.62 and a .47, that's a done deal
He graduated highschool and jumped in the field
You could see me on the TikTok and Instagram reels
Stopped sippin' lean and I don't do pills
I won't smoke shit but a nigga, no weed
Lil' bro shoot from the three
Ten on his head, you could get it from me
You tryna slide over here, get packed like Yao Ming
Hit his mom with the Drac', now I'm leaving the scene
That pussy-ass nigga want smoke, shoot a nigga skull
This 7.62 bullet rip through his soul
Respond to the bitch, say I'm doing it wrong
He be speaking on me, they be saying he right
I'm the first nigga gon' piss on his grave when he die
[Verse]
Anime wearing-ass nigga, go get some ice
Shoot him in the face, he can't see out both eyes
Slide through, hit up the car, make it look nice
Load up and pull up, on Flacko, I'll take his life
I'm from the Murda, real Murda Worth shit
Soft ass nigga unheard of, I ain't heard of the kids
Kidnap his stupid lil' dumbass, desertin' the bitch
A hunnid sum' shots in the new mag, hurtin' the bitch
I know my K like to talk, it be flirting and shit
Shoot up the house, we gon' hit through the curtains and shit

[Chorus]
AR-15, 7.62 and a .47, that's a done deal
He graduated highschool and jumped in the field
You could see me on the TikTok and Instagram reels
Stopped sippin' lean and I don't do pills
I won't smoke shit but a nigga, no weed
Lil' bro shoot from the three
Ten on his head, you could get it from me
You tryna slide over here, get packed like Yao Ming
Hit his mom with the Drac', now I'm leaving the scene
That pussy-ass nigga want smoke, shoot a nigga skull
This 7.62 bullet rip through his soul
Respond to the bitch, say I'm doing it wrong
He be speaking on me, they be saying he right
I'm the first nigga gon' piss on his grave when he die